In the kingdom of cobweb thoughts, woven with silk forgotten, each strand whispers secrets only known to soft rain and the sighs of ancient trees. To tug at one is to unravel the universe, gently perfume the void with echoes of childlike dreams. The stars once spoken, blink aware—knowing you know they know.
Along the edges of conscience these thoughts dance, shadows unfurling in children's laughter echoes past the doorways of time, leading fearlessly into the heart of knowing unknown. What if the butterfly never flaps its wings, but we chase flutters just to feel alive?
As we tread, hands brushing the invisible threads the ever-watchful kittens of night observe silently, their eyes glowing secrets of glistening moon leading wanderers homeward, or perhaps astray in new patterns of pulse and ink.
Unraveled Threads Silken Dreams Curious Whispers